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Dinner Time Demon

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I squeeze my eyes shut tight
To keep away the tears
I swallow with all my might,
Swallowing my fear
Down my throat it slips
That evil, pint-sized demon
I must choke down with dinner
Each and every evening
I'd never complain of a shot
Or fret over a scrape
But when it comes to green beans,
That's too much on my plate.





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